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Hurray for Brendon breaking up with Wendy! I mean, I knew it was going to happen. the question is, how long will it last? Well, considering tomorrow is the season finale, they better not get back together again. I'm actually very sad that the season is ending already. And although I'm completely in love with the show, I'm not sure how much longer it will go on. *sigh* It's very sad really.
The worst part is that because the show is obviously about my life, I expect it to be some kind of prediction of my life. Unfortunately it is not...in fact, usually quite the opposite. And it just makes everything all the more dissappoiting. Why can't everything happen like it does in My Boys?
Let's see, what else...I caught some of Pride and Prejudice on TV the other day and promptly decided to read it. I mean, what else do I have to do here in the middle of Mississippi (aka, nowhere)? And I hate to be like every other woman who has read the book or seen the movie but...I want a Mr. Darcy. Granted, he is a little too proud for my taste but seriously, I love his character decribed in the book and the actor who plays him in the movie is pretty much what I'm looking for in a guy, physically. Ugg. Why can't he just walk out of the mist and tell me that I have him completely betwitched and sweep me off my feet?
Other exciting activities here in good Ole Mississippi...my dad got hit on at my great-aunt's funeral...I've become hooked on hunting and am determined to get myself a deer...I was asked if Georgia Tech was a two-year college or a four-year college ("because around here, technical schools are normally two-year colleges")...Christmas was pretty good, but I still need to decided what to spend my money on...got to see Candace in all her pregnant glory (the first of 5 or 6, apparently - and they're naming him Kai - don't ask me)...I guess that's it.
Oh, one more thing. I had a strange realization last night that hit me like a brick wall. It's weird finally putting things together. But no more now, I'll just be depressed. Maybe I'll go escape to my dear Mr. Darcy for a while...
The worst part is that because the show is obviously about my life, I expect it to be some kind of prediction of my life. Unfortunately it is not...in fact, usually quite the opposite. And it just makes everything all the more dissappoiting. Why can't everything happen like it does in My Boys?
Let's see, what else...I caught some of Pride and Prejudice on TV the other day and promptly decided to read it. I mean, what else do I have to do here in the middle of Mississippi (aka, nowhere)? And I hate to be like every other woman who has read the book or seen the movie but...I want a Mr. Darcy. Granted, he is a little too proud for my taste but seriously, I love his character decribed in the book and the actor who plays him in the movie is pretty much what I'm looking for in a guy, physically. Ugg. Why can't he just walk out of the mist and tell me that I have him completely betwitched and sweep me off my feet?
Other exciting activities here in good Ole Mississippi...my dad got hit on at my great-aunt's funeral...I've become hooked on hunting and am determined to get myself a deer...I was asked if Georgia Tech was a two-year college or a four-year college ("because around here, technical schools are normally two-year colleges")...Christmas was pretty good, but I still need to decided what to spend my money on...got to see Candace in all her pregnant glory (the first of 5 or 6, apparently - and they're naming him Kai - don't ask me)...I guess that's it.
Oh, one more thing. I had a strange realization last night that hit me like a brick wall. It's weird finally putting things together. But no more now, I'll just be depressed. Maybe I'll go escape to my dear Mr. Darcy for a while...